Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.